Sunday, March 4

A quick peek inside my brain.

The other day, I posted this video over at The Aristocrats. You may have seen it, it's pretty viral at YouTube, it's funny and the audio is nsfw:

So I'm reading a certain Graduate School Alumni Magazine and there's this terrific picture in it of the late Edward Gorey (the cartoonist who drew the opening for PBS's "Mystery!")

Add a couple of visiting grandchildren, a laptop, and a yarn room, and that is my house during my emeritus years. Old comfortable furniture, books, books, a few more books, some newspapers lying around, I'm set.

So if I had the video equipment and the time, I'd do a video response to "Let's get some shoes."

Awesome post, BlueGal. When I was watching the video, I was thinking: "This makes no sense. Why am I watching this nonsense?" Then, I read the rest of the post and realized that you had indeed tied everything together. You ought to get an award for that alone.

For me, you'd need to replace "shoes" with "voodoo dolls":

I'm gonna get what I want.Let's get some voodoo dolls.Let's get some voodoo dolls.

This voodoo doll is five chicken feet.This voodoo doll is a snake skin and a scorpion claw.These voodoo dolls are a mongoose eye, half a chicken McNugget, and a fuckin' rabbit's foot.

Poobah, that book in particular is a real insider joke. You hadda be there in the feminist literature world in the 80's to know Virago. They sought to "recover" women's writing by publishing out of print novels, mostly from the 20's-40's. Some of it was good and some sucked. Really sucked. Publishing women's stuff because it's women's stuff, (radical lesbian agenda! Helloooo!) of course they went outta business. But someone with my background would go "oh GOD! Virago war poetry! Jesu Christi!"

Not just the small niche market. Outta print. And the radical lesbian agenda-ists (helloooo!) would not be givin' up their treasured copies.

Don't be talkin' trash about Jane Austen around here, Organic. Just sayin'. Your wife will hafta smack for me, too.